Saint Isaias Boner posted:

well it's like this: i don't make any money off patreon or particularly trust it so I don't want to make everyone think I'm begging for cash when I'm really just using it as a mailing list which sometimes dispenses a picture or a book. If someone asks me about it I tell 'em where it is and if someone searches for it they might find it but it's kind of embarrassing.

this sort of approach is probably part of why my kickstarter failed but at least I still have my pride goddamnit.

DeepQantas posted:

now where'd I put the space colored marker?

DeepQantas posted:

now where'd I put the space colored marker?

lmbo calrissian posted:

....gently caress art




I used to think I was good


fuckers

Saint Isaias Boner posted:

always someone worse.

zidane13 posted:

I enjoy drawing more than drawing well. that's probably an issue.

zidane13 posted:

I enjoy drawing more than drawing well. that's probably an issue.

bacalou posted:

MrWillsauce posted:

oh man I can't wait until that stuff is colored in

DeepQantas posted:

darkened up the previous (click for huge)

DeepQantas posted:

first stab at greyscale painting

blaise rascal posted:

Working on my final project for my drawing class

Luvcow posted:

thats really cool looking

lmbo calrissian posted:

you're insane

zidane13 posted:

oh man that's cool

MrWillsauce posted:

you're insanely cool

Splatmaster posted:

Isaia lived a humble life separate and alone
One day he received a calling and it wasn't on the phone
It was a spiritual summons, he must now atone-
His mission he was given and the battle plans were shown

Three heroes he had needed, heroes brave and true
Lurkers from another world, just happened to be passing through
The first to answer Isaias call was immediate
New to this universe was named Planet Idiot

Killertunes was also new without history or past,
The second of three Isaia needs (but wasn't yet the last)
The final one to make it done and finalize the three,
RNG appeared as the battle neared and what will be will be.

"I have gathered you here to do a task, but you won't be alone!"
He intoned, "Because you see there has to be a world made up of bones!"
"We must try to calcify the inhabitants of this place!" he cried,
"Make skeletons out of our enemies, all! I shall not be denied!"

Planet Idiot stepped forth, a steely gleam in their eye
"I'll slay our enemies with you where ever they may lie!"
Killertunes slipped into the room and hid quickly from sight
An assassin isn't ever seen or heard and clings the shadows tight

RNG seemed to be from other worlds and forums
Visiting and listening to other's thoughts and quorums.
The Heroes Three were collectively assembled for the fight,
Killertunes was nowhere seen, slipping quickly from our sight.

Isaia said, "Be filled with dread! Your bones we seek this night!"
The stars shined on high as the battle drew nigh and the forums fled in fright.
GBS as one confessed, and Isaia's wrath hit with force,
Their bones were spilled as Isaia's will let the spell run it's course.

The next to flee was FYAD with bones showering their flight,
Games would flee and next D&D took off well into the night.
Planet Idiot went to PYF and posted their fave finishing move,
From the shadows crept killertunes, getting into the groove.

Ask/Tell became a ossius hell, ask me anything and I'll say-
Many butts were turned to bone, on that fateful day!
Isaia held forth his bony hand, and there was a thunderclap,
CPUs were suddenly strewn in Serious Hardware/Software Crap!

IYG and SAS and YLLS were next, as Isaia flexed his ossious hex-
Something Offal soon turned Goons with spoons into calcified nervous wrecks!
Clavicles and humerii and mandibles would fly,
Crankshafts and engines were turned into bone in what was once AI

Pet Island was spared, and well they fared from a calcium fate
The bonestorm moved on to TFR and still would not abate!
TCC was next to be the target of the treacherous three (plus one)
Bongs became bones and tantrums were thrown before the fight was done.

The other forums without decorum soon too were crushed to bone,
RNG and the rest of the three now faced one that stood alone.
Isaia said, his voice filled with dread, "this place is fraught with danger!"
They stood outside where threads had died, the Comedy Gas Chamber

"This place resists the eldritch mists of my mighty spell," he said,
"There's no need to fear this place if you choose to write a new thread."
"RNG and killertunes and Planet Idiot," Isaia said their names with pride
"You battled well and turned to bone all those who'd run and hide."



The victors stood shoulder to shoulder as he fell to the ground,
A light from the sky blinded their eyes and struck Isaia down!
He fell to the ground with a clattering sound into a death-like faint
He looked composed when he soon arose with the countenance of a Saint!

A voice from above said with love, "Isaia you have done well!"
An army of bones awaited as one where the forums fighters fell.
Saint Isaias went off into the night but before he left he'd say,
"To everyone lurking in BYOB, it would be good if you'd all stay!"

DeepQantas posted:

Wow, that's like pictures, but with words!


another practice piece, this time with a Wacom and not a mouse:

DeepQantas posted:

Wow, that's like pictures, but with words!


another practice piece, this time with a Wacom and not a mouse:

blaise rascal posted:

It's done

bacalou posted:

DeepQantas posted:

another practice piece, this time with a Wacom and not a mouse: